Camp NaNoWriMo 2017!

This year marks my first year participating in Camp NaNoWriMo! I’ve attempted the regular NaNoWriMo the past two years, but haven’t met the goal of 50,000 words either time. For this April, I plan on adding at least 10,000 words to the novel I started in November, which I think is a reasonable goal. I wrote almost 18,000 words in November, so 28,000 is a lot better than where I started. If I meet my original goal early on in April, then I’ll add 5 to 10 thousand more words on my goal.

The biggest motivation I have to do the best I can this April is the fact that I want to finish my novel. I’ve had this idea for nearly four years and I just want to get it written down, even if I really hate certain parts.

For more motivation, I printed out the first ten pages of what I have so far, but I’m not allowed to touch them. Instead, I have to wait until I complete my novel. Then, I can go in and edit them. I already know of some of the stuff I want to cut out, but I won’t do it until I actually finish the novel.

Every week, if I feel as though I’ve written enough, I’ll print some more pages out and put them somewhere to wait. For some reason, I had such a huge motivation after printing the first ten pages, so I know I’ll keep writing this until I actually finish.

This April will be a huge help in getting me back into the swing of writing daily. Even though I’m working crew on a theatre production throughout April, I will find time every day to write at least a page, if not more. The great thing is that I’ve already written four pages today. Motivation is a wonderful thing.


Being a Freelance Writer

There’s the word that a lot of people seem to not like: Freelance. It means someone thinks highly enough of their skills that they will be willing to do that skill for you. Sometimes, they turn out to not be as great as they make themselves out to be.

I consider myself a freelance writer. I’ve done some work in the past and plan to do more in the future. Am I the most talented writer out there? No. Am I quick to get the job done? Yes.

Freelance writing is more than just getting some extra, supplemental money. It’s making sure you deliver on your promise to your client and write to the best of your ability, even if you know nothing about the content you’ll be writing about. I’ve had to research for a lot of subjects I know little to nothing about. Some of it was dry and some of it was interesting.

There’s one thing that needs to be clear: not all freelance work is easy and not all freelance work is impossible. You know what your skills are. Don’t try to make yourself out to be a fantastic writer in order to get clients. That will likely just make no clients come to you. They want someone genuine, not fake.

If freelance work sounds like something you want to do, make sure your ready. Take some classes, research what goes into it, and look at other freelancers. See what they do that makes them successful. If you want, you can better your skills before you start the work. Your potential clients will thank you for being the best you can be.

Excerpt from My In-Progress Fiction Novel

Hello! I thought I would motivate myself to start writing my novel again by writing a small excerpt from it on here. This is from much later in the book than where I am, but it’s always nice to know where the story is going in the future.


His face was contorted into something grotesque and painful. The gun dropped from his hands as they gripped the sides of his head. I tried to look away, but I was transfixed on his eyes. They were bulging from his skull, looking terrified. They slowly rolled to the back of his head as he fell over. He hit the ground with a thud, blood flowing from his eyes and ears.

My hands were shaking. I tore my gaze from him and looked around. No one else was anywhere in sight. I turned back to him and felt my heart beat faster.

It was me. I had done that to him.

He was trying to kill me, so of course I would defend myself. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s all part of human nature. Plus, he threatened the life of my best friend. I wasn’t going to back down from that.

I had no idea that I was able to do that. I shouldn’t be able to hurt someone in that way, just read their immediate thoughts. It couldn’t have been me. There has to be someone else around here.

Even as I looked around for the tenth time, I knew that no one would be coming out to claim their kill.

I was the killer.